A longer flow poem about life, reality, and faith in my own twisted way...cheers |
-Unclear- by Keaton Foster Out there Unclear What’s abound Tedious Are the sounds I’m afraid Should I be A suggestion of course Who is making it I have never known Indifference explored Again and again A round trip journey The path most traversed Rationale Not quite so easy People like me Are neither wheels Or the driven force People like me Wait As if there are others Ridiculous Monsters Such horrible creatures Abominations Of God’s pretenses Indeed he does care Beyond furious I’m sure He could kill them all Wipe them clean From his sacred earth Removed like a stain Confidence does grow Leaps and bounds Certainly I’m guessing That he would If he just had to His slighted hand Would move with ease If for a further second He went on to identify No purpose No reason for being Sored in meaning Superfluous But That Cannot be the case In such a thing I won’t allow myself to believe Nothing does he waste They Those many monsters Such horrible creatures Are here Alive Quite well Feeding on me And my penchant To be needed Thus received As a human being Of substantially more Those many monsters They have purpose It’s as clear as the sky As right as any rain As identifiable as any Incurable disease They Those many monsters Such horrible creatures Are meant to frighten To scare the hell out of Those of us Men like me Caught up here Always between Faith and damnation Salvation And our obliteration I know I understand Well aware Continually I tread lightly One foot In front of the other Maybe I’m not Always as cautious As I should be Or as I pretend Those close to me run For their own lives Those far from me Step closer They Everyone Likes a terrifying show Lucidity made clear So much of this Life that is Does appear When in fact Without any question It is abundantly opaque Muddy to be exact Me, this man Is in perfect view At the apex Of the turn I dare to stand Refusing to move I won’t move go forward I won’t head back I’ll just stay right here In this eternal place This wicked predicament Between faith and damnation Between ridiculousness And understanding Those many monsters Such terrible creatures Convince me of nothing They hold no flame To my weary feet Offer no change That I’ll dare keep I’m most comfortable With all of that I know And all that I hear And in this place This life and death realm I know that I won’t move… Unclear Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014 |